Featherbuster

Went for a walk with the family recently to enjoy the improving weather. I heard a flurry of wing beats, and across my vision I saw a mourning dove dart, frantically accelerating against the measured, yet lethal, pursuit of a hawk. The erratic gyrations of the dove succeeded in sending the hawk on a bad bearing, allowing the dove to reach top speed and find cover. On our next lap through the neighborhood, I saw a clump of dove feathers on the ground where the strike presumably occurred. The lesson, as always: Be the hawk.